He found the tablet in the east trench and put it on his desk. Now there's something in his basement that hasn't eaten in eight thousand years, and it can't take a single thing from him unless he says yes. Tobias Rooke says yes. By morning every woman on campus is looking at him. By Friday one of them is dead. And the thing in his basement is not sorry, is not jealous, is not 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 she has a word for---she just doesn't like other people touching what's hers. The tablet is cracking. She can count what's left. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿-𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.

I was four years old the first time I touched a dying man and he got up again. My mother made me promise never to let anyone see. She was right about that. She was right about most things, and then she died, and the last thing she ever told me was a name I'd never heard. There's a fire in me. It's been there since before I was born, and it isn't mine, and it's killing me---three hundred years late and nineteen days fast. Only the Barons can teach me to control it. Fallen gods. The kind that eat girls like me to make the hunger stop. So I walked into Hell's Gate on my own feet and offered them a trade. The cold one claimed me. Called me 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. Never my name. The beautiful one wept gold and begged me not to let them love me. The silent one asked me what I wanted, and I didn't have an answer. And one of them was kind to me. Only one. From the first night. That's the one I should have been afraid of.

Lagos broke Nwoke Ugwu three times. Two contracts. One betrayal. Then three years hiding in Enugu, watching his dream rot on a dead laptop. Now his best friend is gone---and he left Nwoke two things: an unfinished song, and a promise no sane man would keep. So Nwoke goes back. Back to the city that ate him alive. No money. No name. One rule: this time, he doesn't run. Then a girl laughs at him from the back seat of an Uber in traffic. Then her family hands him everything he ever wanted. Then he meets the one person he was never supposed to want---at the worst possible dinner table in Lagos. They say third time's the charm. Charm is how he lost everything. This is not a love story. This is a confession.

𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀❟ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. Every child of the five Lands bonds a beast. Agan didn't. Three years Nameless, heir to a throne he was never meant to inherit, he's sent to the First Gate with one order from his father: come back worthy, or don't come back at all. The camp wants him dead. His rival wants him broken. And the girl who sees straight through him, who is also marked, untouchable, and promised to someone else, wants nothing to do with the boy whose family grew rich on the bones of her people. But something is buried under the salt. Something old. Something that knows Agan's name even though no beast ever spoke it. The enemy they were all sent here to fight isn't a monster. It's a debt. And it's coming to collect. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

How does one impress Grace? This is a question Folabi Dawson asked for several months. He could afford diamonds. He could buy her the latest wherever in the world. He could do just anything, because with money, there was never going to be an issue. Meet Grace Akinsola, but popularly known as Grace Akins. All her life, she made her money, obsessed with her passion and nothing else. But a few years back, she learned the hard way that the few men she had met were only attracted to her body and intimidated by her success. Folabi Dawnson, who had everything at the tip of his fingers, couldn't have Grace. That was the first time his money couldn't solve his problem. Grace Akins, was his problem.

Adunni is 19, deaf since birth, and the most dangerous person living beneath Oshodi bridge, because she can feel things no one else can. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀｡ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀｡ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗺｡ When her brother sells her to armed men, and she takes a bullet escaping, she collapses at the feet of a beautiful Hausa market seller who hides her, heals her, and looks at her like she's worth seeing. Ladi is gentle. Ladi is kind. Ladi makes Adunni want to trust again for the first time since her little sister died in her arms. Ladi is also an undercover government agent hunting a terrorist cell that's moving bomb-grade explosives through the colonial-era tunnels beneath the train tracks. And Adunni, the girl who reads vibrations, is the most valuable intelligence asset in Lagos. By the time Adunni discovers the truth, she's already in love. By the time Ladi can tell it, the train is already moving. And there's a bomb inside it. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙋𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙤. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨... 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮❟ 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙮❟ 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮... 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

They made a contract to die together on April 1, but nobody warned them about the pancakes, the paint-stained hands, or the terrifying possibility that breakfast might be worth living for. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘈 𝘔𝘈𝘕 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘓 𝘗𝘌𝘖𝘗𝘓𝘌 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘏𝘜𝘚𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘠𝘕 𝘏𝘜𝘎𝘖, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳.